The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream began with the sound of breaking glass. It was not the sharp, sudden crash of a window pane, but a low, grinding shatter, like ice cracking on a winter lake. Aldous woke in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs. He lay still for a long moment, listening to the silence of the stone walls. The air was cold and smelled of damp earth and old paper. He was the Keeper of the...

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